Public New Beginnings (ATTN: Crime Lords)

[Gorba the Hutt]

The Wheel

Inside a conference room on the enormous space station, Gorba slithered up to the head of a presently empty table, which he hoped would soon be filled with representatives of all the major criminal syndicates who had an interest in Hutt Space.

This would be a significant risk to his kajidic if matters did not play out as hoped. If no one came it would show how weak he had become. The Hutt’s meaty fingers curled and uncurled around the stem of a hookah pipe as he took a long drag then breathed out the vapor in a heavy mist.

They needed to show up.

Security was elevated. Armed Nikto, Vodran, Weequay, and Houks roamed the corridors outside. If Gorba could just forget about the Bryn’adul and the Silver Jedi he could almost imagine he was about to sit down with the surviving members of his old cabal after smashing the forces of that annoying fool Popo.

But it was not.

This would be bigger than the cabal. Bigger than anything he’d done before. The other kajidii would hate it, but those slugs could get with the times or be cut down when the Silvers came.

Hutt Republic. Bah. What a joke. This would be no Republic. This would be a collusion of crime lords across the galaxy for the sole purpose of retaking what they’d lost. A consortium in Hutt Space.

If they showed up.

 

[Argos of the East]

Argos dropped the cigarette, stamping its remains out with his bootheel before he moved back towards the conference room. A large houk gave him a dirty look - but Argos simply smiled in return. Littering was hardly the worst of his crimes, afterall.

Entering the room, he'd find his set out seat and offer a small two fingered salute to the Kajidii Gorba. They'd had run ins time to time - mostly for Gorba to utilize Argos information network, but that served their relationship just fine.

Business partners were the best kind of friends to have afterall.

"So what's on the agenda today, Lord Hutt?", Argos asked the slug in his native huttese.

Gorba the Hutt

 

[Ivory Stroud]

The Donna had entered a short time later, now waiting patiently, puffing on a cigarra and sipping from a glass of chilled bourbon. Her presence had been directly requested and she'd chosen to show The Family's support - knowing full-well what kind of business the Hutts preferred, she'd still agreed. "It's good for business," She'd explained, "To work with the Hutts. Even if there are lines we won't cross."

She had been joined by one of the Family's Enforcers, Argos of the East, and sat a few seats away.

 

[Koda Fett]

It was ambitious, the notion of a Hutt Consortium absent all the Hutt elitism; others to seat themselves beside the worms, if their immense mass was to allow it - to avoid it held little in benefits, Fett noted, few clients loathed their kind but the credits from a Hutt had been the best of them all.

Sith, the Order, their own rules and interests ensured harsh rules and lines not to be crossed. Gorba, a foul and slime-riddled creature, but his credits said more of his character than most.

The Bounty Hunter had not roamed beside the other armed aliens, and still adorned his own armaments. It was the soft hum of music from another room, a distant one, one in which he resided for now.

If there was need for Fett, for one reason or another, he was there. Either a demonstration, a final line of defence, it mattered not.

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Location: The Wheel
Tags:

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Cass had come on the Kyber to this meeting on The Wheel against her better judgement. Another day, another hutt trying to relive the glory days where people gave a snot about their filthy stinking carcasses. Oh well, good manners today Gemini, might be fun ro network. She walked down the boarding tube and into the station, immediately eyeing up a stack of proton bombs, unguarded, just sitting their and waiting for a good home to be given to.... no, a guard, and not even an attractive one for her to turn on the charm. Never mind, on to this meeting.

What had been promised was a fun sounding coalition of crime Lords that looked out for each other, the fact that it was organised by a Hutt made her skeptical. A coalition under his banner that would fly under his flag and give him a cut of their loot? Cass wasn't stupid and she wasn't going to be someone's puppet. She had discussed the matter with the other members of her own coalition. If it isn't EXACTLY what she wants, they walk away, simple as, no hard feelings.

She finally found the conference room, and showing her invite to the guards, slid in, he hips swaying as she walked and her curves barely contained by her outfit. She looked around and nodded her head to introduce herself "Cass Gemini of the Kraken Coalition, I take it you are Gorba the Hutt ?" she looked around the room Argos of the East And then at Ivory Stroud "huh, cute she muttered under her breath looking at the women "The names Cass, not had the pleasure of your two before? Or maybe I have, I tend to drink a lot." she laughed and looked across at the Mandalorian Koda Fett , if she were honest, she would just stick the bin head with her saber and stick him out an airlock, but that would be rude. So she said nothing and took her seat at the foot of the table, the other head, of course.

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[Zavvo the Hutt]

Many, many things were the business of Zavvo the Hutt, but very rarely did that include the politics of Hutt Space. The middle-aged Hutt kept to himself where he could. He had his wealth, he had his network. He had the luxuries his lifestyle required. True, the Bryn'adul invasion had severely tossed things up in the air, but Zavvo and his household had been kept nice and safe by the Jedi on Nar Shaddaa.

"It's good for business," She'd explained, "To work with the Hutts. Even if there are lines we won't cross."

He knew what lines The Donna meant as she spoke up. Those were lines Zavvo was well on the far side of. In the past he wouldn't have given credence to any Human, but times were changing. If they weren't, Gorba would never have had to call the council in the first place. Stroud had proven herself well enough, and Coruscant was a good ally to have.

He immediately took notice of Gemini as she entered, not only because she was yet another Human to enter with some stake in Hutt Space, but also because he knew her by reputation.

"Cass Gemini, the pirate upstart? We could use someone with expertise against the Jedi around here." as Zavvo spoke he plucked a monstrous handful of spice, enough to kill any humanoid, from a large bowl on the table next to him, and as he finished speaking shoved his fist into his gullet.

 

[Ivory Stroud]

Cass Gemini

"huh, cute she muttered under her breath looking at the women "The names Cass, not had the pleasure of your two before? Or maybe I have, I tend to drink a lot."

Up until the pirate's arrival, The Donna had been the only female in the room. She bore the tell-tale demeanor of a woman more-than familiar with power; dressed in a sleek black dress which hugged the curves of her figure, black leather boots which gave her a slight rise in height and reached nearly to her knees, a fur coat which covered her arms & concealed the plethora of tattoos which covered her body, and a wide-brimmed black hat which served to cloak her beautiful face in shadow. At her bosom, sparkling with its own internal violet fire, shone a single Kyber Crystal on a silver chain... an item of roughly hewn yet rare beauty.

One leg was crossed over the other, relaxing (as best she could); though every sense she possessed was primed for motion. One could never be too sure, when dealing with The Hutts.

The wide-brimmed black hat tilted upward, violet eyes - bright and alert - met the Pirate's own. A smile crept over The Donna's ruby lips. "Charmed. Ivory Stroud... This is my Associate, Argos." She offered a wave of the same hand holding the cigarra between two fingers.

"Cass Gemini, the pirate upstart? We could use someone with expertise against the Jedi around here." as Zavvo spoke he plucked a monstrous handful of spice, enough to kill any humanoid, from a large bowl on the table next to him, and as he finished speaking shoved his fist into his gullet.

"Especially if we seek to do business with them. Nar Shaddaa would be quite the boon; taken either diplomatically, or with Force." She spoke, casting a glance toward Zavvo the Hutt. He was, truly, one of the strangest & most eccentric "Slugs" The Donna had ever encountered - and his love of Spice was likely second to none - but she couldn't help but appreciate his unique sense of... style.

 

[MONaRCH]

Even though Monarch had done well to ensure that the bridges burned by his former master had been rebuilt back on Denon he needed further networking to be done. He had caught wind of a meeting for those of a not so law abiding nature. So long as they cared to answer the call. Monarch wanted to be there, but being an imobile piece of towering hardware he couldn’t arrive in person. So he hoped they’d took no offense to the arrival of his “representative”

Renaldo Moon was the name given to his Human Replica Droid alter ego. He was basically the face of his whole operation. Even in the underworld folks didn’t like taking orders from an AI. For the most part Renoldo was fully integrated with Monarch’s networked consciousness. But when needed to leave the side of the BRT overlord they needed to act with a bigger deal of autonomy since they couldn’t be remote controlled nearly as well. But having shared the same digital mind would be the next best thing to Monarch showing up himself.

When Renaldo arrived he did so with a duo of droid companions. Two modified RA-7 protocol droids who both had blaster pistols holstered to their droid bodies. Both of which were under his control. Sharing the room with the other attendants. Listened to them greet themselves. Personally they didn’t really recognize most of the people there. Only hearing about some of the exploits of Koda Fett and Gorba. There was a second hutt, and three other humans. One of which seemed a little brash to Renaldo.

Hearing the second, who seemed to know a thing or two about style, commented about Jedi. “Oh yes indeed, with the Silver Jedi Concord and the Mandalorians encroaching into the it would seem as though we might need to work to some measure within the confines of these factions. Sadly I’m unaware of Miss Cass’s own expertise but am confident they could prove helpful. And I agree Miss Stroud. Even with it under the Jedi's sphere of influence there is still much to gain from it.” Renanldo started from his seat. Before mentioning something else. “Also my employer apologizes for not being able to be here in person. They are sadly in no state to travel. Which is why I am here to speak on their behalf, Renaldo Moon at your service.” His voice was rather calm and a little dispassionate.

That was typically the cover for Monarch. Typically that they were some old and bedridden gentlemen that needed to send out representatives. Although physically not capable of much. His mind was as sharp as ever. Unfortunately they weren’t sure how long such a lie could continue.

Ivory Stroud | Cass Gemini | Zavvo the Hutt | Argos of the East | Koda Fett | Gorba the Hutt

 

[Zavvo the Hutt]

Oh yes indeed, with the Silver Jedi Concord and the Mandalorians encroaching into the it would seem as though we might need to work to some measure within the confines of these factions.

"Unfortunately that is the case. I am still in possession of my holdings on Nar Shaddaa, but I have been forced to enter into more... acceptable business since my lovely jewel has gone under the protection of the Jedi." the Hutt licked his meaty fingers clean of the bright orange powder, though anyone at the table could see they were permanently stained by heavy usage of the stuff.

"but what of you Gorba? You've got all us fools at the table, and Mistah Fett here hasn't started firing," the eccentric slug strained his fat neck to look at Koda, another of whom he knew by deadly reputation. "What's your angle, boy. You wouldn't have called this little meet and greet if you didn't have some stake."

Gorba the Hutt Koda Fett Cass Gemini MONaRCH Ivory Stroud Argos of the East

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

A plume of smoke rose from Gorba's lips, his one good eye looking at the table's occupants with all the coiled lethargy of a lounging nexu. The eye twitched when Zavvo called him boy and he almost told Koda to fry the weakling. But he exercised... self... restraint....

"U kulle rah doe kankee kung" <You are my kind of scum.>

He pointed his hookah pipe at them.

"Hutt doma toma does nopa belong noleeya doe kapa of doe jedai. It belongs noleeya our kapa. If jee-jee combine our organization's assets, jee-jee can take it bata." <Hutt Space does not belong in the hands of the Jedi. It belongs in our hands. If we combine our organization's assets, we can take it back.>

Ivory Stroud | MONaRCH | Cass Gemini | Zavvo the Hutt | Koda Fett | Argos of the East

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Location: The Wheel
Tags: Gorba the Hutt Argos of the East Ivory Stroud Zavvo the Hutt Koda Fett MONaRCH

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There were more and more people showing to this meeting, from a variety of backgrounds. A second hutt showed up, this could make things interesting, watching them try to fight over who was the more important hutt in the room. The newcomer addressed her though.

"Cass Gemini, the pirate upstart? We could use someone with expertise against the Jedi around here."

"The very same," The recognition not being at all bad for her own inflated ego, "are you another of Gorbas clan or is this a joint venture?"

She smiled back at the introduction from the well dressed woman "I do like a woman with a bold sense of style." she replied before turning back to Gorba, speaking in basic, she was fluent in Huttese, but disliked the sound of her voice when she spoke it.

"So it's war with the Silver's you are after? I struggle to see and positive outcome there?" she shook her head. "sure, it might be fun in the short term, but fights are expensive, wars even more so, even if we won, we could spend a generation recouping the losses.

And anyway, who really need the hassle of owning territory, most governments are either busy or corrupt enough to allow your lot" she gestured at the room full of crime lords "to carry on without much intervention anyway. Owing territory is just a responsibility and gives you something to care about in negotiations."

It was true, being stateless was a joy, if she didn't like a system, or a sector defense force got a bit handsy with her ship, off she went to the next one without a care in the galaxy.

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[Argos of the East]

The room quickly began to fill with smoke, the smell of bourbon, and young plump waiters and waitresses. Just the kind of enviroment Argos tended to enjoy - the only thing missing, the reliable handgun in his belt. Being stripped of weapons was expected, but it never did help the fact it made him feel naked; and feeling naked in front of the most powerful underworld players in the Galaxy was never a great feeling.​

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The others gave their introductions, gave their questions to the Kajidii, even offered a few off hand insults. Customary for criminals, Argos listened as he moved to light up another cigarello, motioning for a waitress that he fancied to pour him his own whiskey. A coruscanti brand, it wasn't the most top shelf - but it was high enough to burn his throat in just the right way.​

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"War isn't profitable.", he offered to the Pirate Princess, setting his glass down. He took a long draw of the cigarello, then began to speak as smoke rolled from his mouth.​

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"Silver's have put down multiple Hutt uprisings. More than that, they've severely cut everyone's profit by being peacekeepers and lawmen."​

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He leaned forward and used his cigarello as a pointer, emphasizing his point.​

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"Break their hold on Nar Shaddaa, and crime will prosper. Get our own territory, and we can more readily defend ourselves from the Mandalorian Head Hunters. Besides -", he said taking another smoky draw.​

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"- It's been years since Lysle proved criminals could hold their own. We get a few victories under our belt, and criminals across the galaxy would flock to our call. Wouldn't need a generation to recoup our losses, only need a few months if we do it right."​

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"I like the idea. Information lanes say its a prime time to break the Jedi's control, with their worry about the scarlands and Imperials. Enclave is a tough cookie, but Mandalorians got enough problems as is with the Eternals and Maw upstarts."​

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Gorba the Hutt // Ivory Stroud // Cass Gemini // Zavvo the Hutt // Koda Fett // MONaRCH​

 

[Koda Fett]

He stood in his corner as the other ends of his credit transactions marched, dawdled, and slithered into the room in a bid to seat themselves. His slow swivel of the T-visor alerted the waitress he was not here to drink, whether Gorba was one to 'allow' it of him once the circumstances of the situation came into consideration. If someone made a mess of themselves, their meet, had been too overt in their insult, threat, whatever else; it was time for Fett to shoot.

Of them all, his helmeted stare fell on Gemini the most in the constant turns it made.

The Bounty Hunter humoured the idea of a conversation with the Jedi, between the Hutt and his fellows (or cronies), in the forfeit of the former's territories to see the newfound consortium reside within it and delve into crime, to thrive in their crime - slave markets to arenas, often able to contain both as the narcotics ensured the warriors remained alive, if not addled.

"The Enclave are intent to rid former Confederate territories of those that entered in their absence. Hutt Space is not one of them," the man offered the truth ascertained from time with the Enclave, even if minimal. He was not one of them, either Enclave or seated with this lot as their fellow. But a tool for their own means, should it be needed.

Gorba the Hutt | Ivory Stroud | Cass Gemini | Zavvo the Hutt | MONaRCH | Argos of the East

 

[Zavvo the Hutt]

"Our bounty huntah friend here is right," Zavvo's voice was an accentuated aristocratic drawl, possibly affected but nobody knew the truth of that matter. "And there's neva been a Mando-lorian a've met who turned down mah credits. That's what its aaaallll about: the money. It don't mattah if it's our banna hanging over Nar Shaddaa, so long as it's our money in the pockets of the people. The man on the street ain't worried about the Sith, he's just worried about his next hit and his next woman. Mah friends, I provide for the little guy, and lemme tell ya... the little guy provides for me."

The Hutt's grubby fingers tugged at the massive fur coat around his body. The little guy provided nicely indeed when his money became Zavvo's money...

Gorba the Hutt Koda Fett Cass Gemini MONaRCH Ivory Stroud Argos of the East

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Gorba squinted at Zavvo, was that a wampa fur coat and matching hat? Gorba would have to get a krayt dragon skull and wear it on his head. No, that would look ridiculous. That sounded like something his brother Kazbog would do.

"Waaz? nobata. Bargon-argon? tagwa. An beke nobata bargon, then maybe waaz. Bu jeedai seel shulu bedwanna an bargonna. Uba widd see. An beke cannot, then jee-jee widd hire armees oeal hoohat. Ho ho ho." <War? No. Bargains? Yes. And if no bargain, then maybe war. The Jedi can be bought and bargained. You will see. And if they cannot, then we will hire armies to deal with them. Ha ha ha.>

Zavvo the Hutt | Koda Fett | Cass Gemini | MONaRCH | Ivory Stroud | Argos of the East

 

[Ivory Stroud]

"I do like a woman with a bold sense of style."

The Donna offered her glass for a refill from a Twi'lek Waitress, concealing a pleased smirk beneath the shadowed brim of her wide-brimmed hat. She listened, saying nothing, as Argos spoke:

"Break their hold on Nar Shaddaa, and crime will prosper. Get our own territory, and we can more readily defend ourselves from the Mandalorian Head Hunters. Besides -", he said taking another smoky draw."- It's been years since Lysle proved criminals could hold their own. We get a few victories under our belt, and criminals across the galaxy would flock to our call. Wouldn't need a generation to recoup our losses, only need a few months if we do it right.""I like the idea. Information lanes say its a prime time to break the Jedi's control, with their worry about the scarlands and Imperials. Enclave is a tough cookie, but Mandalorians got enough problems as is with the Eternals and Maw upstarts."

"With The Family's significant Intelligence-networks, we're in a prime position to monitor not only the Silver Jedi, but the Imperials. The Enclave, Eternal Empire, and the Maw are... more complex, that's true. We may have to rely on alternative methods - actual infiltration or direct involvement with these groups. I agree - together, we can operate more effectively than separate. We're not prepared for any form of direct confrontation; but, through more covert means, such as through a more diplomatic approach or indirect & covert operations."

She glanced at Zavvo the Hutt, taking a long draw from her cigarra... expelling smoke from her nostrils.

"Information and Influence is worth far more than credits."

She shifted in her seat, flicking some of her ashes into a waiting ashtray then looking toward Gorba the Hutt . "A few years ago, The Family possessed significant resources on Nar Shaddaa - but after our own struggles with the SJO & GA, much of that was lost. I'm willing to ascertain, definitively, if any of those assets still remain - if so, I'd be willing to offer them to the Hutts as an offering of Good Faith. Strengthening One Strengthens the Whole."

 

[Isidor Justeene]

Location: The Wheel Space Station
Equipment: Captain Isidor Justeene's Blaster Rifle, Isidor's Sword, Standard Blastersx2
Ship: Blood Lightning
Tags: Zavvo the Hutt | Koda Fett | Cass Gemini | MONaRCH | Ivory Stroud | Argos of the East | Gorba the Hutt

Slipping through the doors silently and without fanfare, after all, he was a Kraken and he was also on the council. Thus he heard down the grapevine that Hutts were calling a meeting and Krakens were on the invite list. Which is a boon if they wanted a network of fair-weather allies but the Coalition's main focus is piracy and autonomy where they are not tied to any one state, system or planet.

Isidor had ties to his homeworld, which is where much of his loot goes to feed his family. But he doesn't stick around for long, as the Galaxy wasn't going to loot itself.

He also knew Cass will be here too. Can't let her have all the fun. So he had caught the tail end of the subject matter before he stood behind Cass. His attention was fully on the Hutts his shoulder clicked when he rolled it, the last time he tried his luck with a Hutt resulted in capture and injury. A war, that will certainly ground their ships for months and cost crews. Knowing syndicates they won't keep a low profile for long. Something usually bubbles over into a fight. Usually turf or goods.

He eyed Ivory with a wary eye while helping himself to drinks as they are being served out.

 

[Argos of the East]

"Maybe.", Argos said looking to Koda.​

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He'd had alot of information on the mandalorian. Networks spoke of him with fear and awe - of being the prime example of why someone can't trust a Mandalorian. How many times had he switched sides? A few dozen at this point - and all it served was his own pocket book. Still, with as many enemies the mandalorian had made - he was suprised he wasn't dead yet. Said something about his skill, if not his stubborn willpower.​

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"Tell that to the Eternal Empire, who have faced more than a few of their strikes. Those bucket heads are a vindictive party of gun slingers - and they've made alot of effort as showing themselves as the new peacekeepers in the region. Killing pirate crews, criminal syndicates - the mere existence of criminals so close to them might be taken as an insult."​

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With that, he leaned back and let the others speak again. Enjoying for the time his booze and smoke, letting it roll from his lips like an upside water fall - all while he watched the new muscle that appeared on behalf of the Kraken Coalition.​

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Koda Fett // Isidor Justeene // Zavvo the Hutt // Cass Gemini // MONaRCH // Ivory Stroud // Gorba the Hutt​

 

[Cass Gemini]

Spoiler: Gear and other links

Equipped:

• Calypso's Thunder
• Harlequin sabers
• Gravpack
• Viper mk2 skinsuit
• Thermal Detonators

Ship:

• Midnight Kyber
• 4 x Sciss stealth fighters

NPCs:

• Crew of the Midnight Kyber

Location: The Wheel
Tags: Gorba the Hutt Argos of the East Ivory Stroud Zavvo the Hutt Koda Fett MONaRCH Isidor Justeene

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Cass smirked at Argos of the East comments, of course was wasn't profitable. Cass was lucky, she was rich and her crew were happy, she could afford the odd frivolous mission. But piracy didn't work that way. "Do you know what happens to pirates if they start running non-profitable ops? When the crews start seeing their cuts shrink and their is no money left for fuel or munitions? Some pirates literally rely on their next mission to make ends meet, its a pretty unstable life, but its the price we all pay for absolute freedom."

She listened to Ivory speaking next, the woman seemed smart and well connected, Cass couldn't get the measure of her, which only made her more curious.

We're not prepared for any form of direct confrontation; but, through more covert means, such as through a more diplomatic approach or indirect & covert operations."

"see this I can work with, we have shadow operatives, keeping us fed with information and undermining the authorities. Us pirates stay mobile and grab the loot, and your slugger hit up the target's for protection money. No war, no drama. Noone blowing holes in my karking ship for the sake of a few dust eating planet dwellers." she grinned.

Isidor Justeene strolled in behind her, she looked over her shoulder and gave him a warm smile, a friendly face was always good to see.

and they've made alot of effort as showing themselves as the new peacekeepers in the region.

She was about to say something when Argos chimed in again, this time Cass laughed hard, the sort of laugh that would make a drink come out the nose. "peace keepers... oh my word... stop... next you will be calling me the team Celibate." she had no time for them, they were barbaric xenophobes that just wanted to kill everything that stood before them. "they tried killing us pirates a few times, but that is where being stateless comes in so handy, no static or easy targets for them to hit."

She was enjoying watching the two hutts flex and try to decide who was the dominant, "her boys," she said in a fun tone "maybe you should just whip it out and see whose is bigger?" she wondered if the hermaphrodite hutts would even understand the reference. Might be better they didn't to be honest.

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[Damien Cross]

The meeting was already underway by the time Damien Cross arrived. But that had been accounted for. One should never arrive too promptly for an audience they had not called together. Those that did often reeked of overzealousness, or worse, blind obedience.

So he’d let the clock tick down. Seconds melted away into minutes, he waited just long enough that his attendance would still be wondered at, perhaps even hoped for. Then he gave the people what they wanted.

His footsteps resounded off the sleek steel surface that was the flooring of the Hutt space station. Damien did not make an effort to muffle them, let the sound draw all the attention it could. He was dressed in a suit of white thread, the color of moonstone, or freshly precipitated snow. He wore an obsidian black tie, and shoes of the same shade. His attire was completely unadorned but for the cross pinned to his breast-pocket, a thing made of white crystal set in golden framing.

A wraith trailed him as he made his way to the meeting room.

Redmond Geller the Prince’s prized hound, or so he had heard the men whisper. The triggerman was - for all the value he provided the family - still a tool to be utilized. But Damien trusted the man the most, bar those that were of his blood. The two had an understanding of each other. Redmond needed the rigid structure of the Cross syndicate’s hierarchy to keep his fractured mind from shattering completely. Damien needed a man that would do any job without question. Thus a partnership had been born.

When the pair arrived at the meeting Damien took in everything he could. Gorba sat at the head of the table, as should have been expected. It was one of the oldest shows of authority in the galaxy, and it was still being employed now. He saw big names and agents he couldn’t quite place, even the Mandalorian with a reputation as large as his bounty tally.

He saw what Gorba was trying to say with all this. If he could scrounge the galaxy’s best for a little powwow then imagine what he could gather for a war.

Still, no self respecting Prince would be cowed by shows of power.

He took his seat and waved off an offer of refreshment. All the waiters carried were various alcoholic beverages and finger foods that Damien didn’t have the stomach for. Water would’ve done.

“I apologize for my tardiness.” He started dryly. “Would someone be so kind as to catch me up?”

Gorba the Hutt | Ivory Stroud | Cass Gemini | Koda Fett | Isidor Justeene | MONaRCH | Zavvo the Hutt | Argos of the East